He spoke like an angel, a great many fay,
And beat fix or seven quite out of their play,
Being ferious and comic, being grave, being gay.
How are innocent quarrels embowel'd fince then,
For ftatues to honour that best of all men!
Buckles, buttons, and ftuds, in America worn,
Signs, ribbons, and tea-pots, with Pitt they adorn
The good folks of Bath, to exceed all the rest,
Rous'd old royal Bladud, asleep in his nest ;
They rous'd him, I fay, when he strait fell a praifing,
In ftrong black letter print, which was us'd former
days in:

But now, that king Bladud's again under ground,
They have alter'd their tone, and are looking around
For the co-horns of rhyme with fcurrility ftor'd,
To fling at the head of the god they ador'd.
'Tis amazing to think, but the men of this land,
Who are not lords themselves, cannot oft understand.
How virtue and sense can refide in a peer-
And Pitt is become my lord Chatham. I fear
This vulgar opinion 'bout lords is not true;

For fince I've been from home, I have feen one or

two,

Who were rul'd by their wives, and went in the

rain,

Which fhews wisdom and goodness, I think, very

plain.

VOL. IV.

E

Not

H

Not a maker of ballads in all this great town,

But is priming his piece to knock poor Chatham down ;

Nay, the ladies that traffick in love round the Garden, Drink his downfall in gin, to the very last farthing. The news-papers all are as fly as they can be With W's and P

-'s and **

you understand me,

***

I hope

For my part (for I think 'tis a fhame to stand out,
And fee a poor lord fo belabour'd about)

As I find, upon trial, a knack to compose
A cauftic in verfe, ten times hotter than profe,
I'm refolv'd in fome Chronicle foon to have at 'em,
Subfcribing myself at the bottom Phil-Chatham.

I may do him much good, and one knows not for certain,

He may leave me a box, when he thinks of departing ;

Or perhaps (which is more to be wifh'd for by far)

He

may make me Jackall in his next German war.

I am, dear friend, yours fincerely.

PRO.

PROPOSAL S

FOR PRINTING BY SUBSCRIPTION

(Taken from Mr. Hogarth's famous picture of Mr. Garrick,

in the character of Richard the Third)

THE PRINT OF A LATE COMMONER.

This Print will be published before the opening of the next

A SPECIMEN OF THE WORK.

THE late G-t C-will be lying on his couch, dreffed with his coronet and robes, and his hands and feet wrapped up in flannel, and starting at the ghosts that appear to him in his sleep, and address him in imitation of the ghosts in Shakespeare.

Enter the ghost of Sarah duchess of Marlborough.

The first was I that help'd thee to be known,
But not the last that finds thee an apoftate.
In the debate, O think on Marlborough,
And shrink in terror of thy guiltinefs.

Enter the ghost of Robert earl of Orford.

When I was living, my fair character
By thee was punched full of deadly holes;

Think on the Tower and me, despair and die;
The injur'd Orford bids thee droop and die.

Enter the ghost of Ralph. Allen, efq;

Let me be laid within thy bofom, Ch-m,
And weigh thee down to ruin, fhame and forrow;
I thought thee once deferving of my friendship;
But now a convert made by truth and juftice,
I join thy new purfuers, once thy friends:
If any pains can adequate thy crimes,
May they, thou arch impoftor, now await thee.

Enter the ghost of Sir William Pynfent.

Let me fit heavy on thy foul to-morrow;
Pynsent that rais'd thy fortune-not thy fame.
Think on my wronged heirs, who now with juftice
Curfe the falfe patriot in their humble state,
And join with me to execrate, his baseness;
;
Let all their wrongs to-morrow be remember'd,
And fink thy edgeless tongue.

Chorus of English ghofts deftroyed in Germany.

Awake, awake, inhuman murderer!

Think how we bled to raise thy once-lov'd name,
Which now, alas! lies bury'd in a title,
Bloody and guilty; guilty, now awake,

To future peers a terrible example.

The

The ghost of William earl of Bath.

Brother in guilt, remember me to-morrow;
Let not my fate o'erwhelm thy trembling foul !
I that was wafted to death by fulfome honours:
Poor Bath!

Unpitied and dishonour'd, now appear

To warn thee of the danger of to-morrow.
O think on me!

This print will be diftributed gratis to the late G-t Cr's remaining friends in the common-council, as few copies will now ferve that purpose.

Subfcriptions to be taken in at Mr. Dingley's, at North-End, at alderman Beckford's in Soho-Square, and at the Peer's new friend, colonel W. Barré, vice. treasurer of Ireland.

THE RATS AND THE CHEESE.

IF bees a government maintain,

Why may not rats, of stronger brain
And greater pow'r, as well be thought
By Machiavelian axioms taught?
And fo they are, for thus of late
It happen'd in the rats' free state.

Their prince (his fubjects more to please)

Had got a mighty Cheshire cheese,